Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 175 Bargaining
The smile in Feng Jin's eyes disappeared in an instant, and his expression turned cold. He gave the sect master a cold look, turned and left.

Seeing that she seemed to be angry, the owner of the door hurriedly got off the bed and chased after her.

"For business, of course you have to bargain. If you come and go, I make a price. If your majesty is not satisfied, you can counter the price. I didn't say that you are not allowed to bargain."

Feng Jin stopped and looked at the sect master, with no expression on her face, "The price offered by the sect master is too high, I can't pay it back, so I just let go of this deal! Anyway, the sect master wanted to save me, I didn't ask you .I just asked casually, now, I take back what I just said."

The head of the sect stared wide-eyed, and looked at Feng Jin in disbelief, "You are the emperor, and the emperor promises everything! How can you go back on your word?"

"The sect master has repented so many times, why can't I? To those who are reputable, I will naturally trust him with credibility, but for those who have no credibility like the sect master, I can only fight poison with poison!"

Feng Jin acted like he was doing business, making the sect master's face flushed, "I saved you!"

"I didn't ask you for help!"

As Feng Jin said, he continued to walk forward, and behind him came the voice of the sect master gnashing his teeth, "You woman, you are too ruthless!"

Feng Jin stopped slowly, turned her head to look at the sect master, the corners of her lips twitched, revealing a slight smile, "Congratulations!"

The door master was so choked by her that he almost lost his breath, glared at Feng Jin bitterly, and chased after her.

Feng Jin ignored him, continued to walk forward, lifted the bead curtain and entered the inner room, the door owner just wanted to follow in, but was stopped by Feng Jin, "This is my private place, door owner forgot?"

The head of the sect snorted coldly, and was about to rush in regardless. Feng Jin stopped him and patted his palms lightly, and two hidden guards appeared silently.

"Throw him out!"

Two hidden guards stepped forward, grabbing the door master's arms one by one, and trying to drag him out. At this moment, the door master was so weak that anyone could kill him, how could he break free from the hidden guards? He quickly yelled, "Okay! If I don't enter, I won't enter. You let them retreat!"

Feng Jin made a gesture, just like when he came, and the hidden guards retreated silently.

The sect master was free and didn't dare to confront Feng Jin anymore, so he could only stand awkwardly on the other side of the bead curtain, watching Feng Jin go behind the screen, change into his nightgown, come out and lie down on the dragon couch.

"I was also tired all night, is this how His Majesty treats the savior?"

The door master said with hatred, Feng Jin didn't even open his eyelids, and said flatly, "The little couch you were lying on just now is your shelter."

"That couch is too small and hard, and it is next to the window, with cold wind blowing in through the window crack, so it is not suitable for me."

He stared intently at the extremely luxurious and large dragon bed carved with exquisite patterns, and said with a smile on his lips, "I feel that your majesty's dragon bed is suitable for me!"

Feng Jin still didn't open his eyes, and said coldly, "You can either lie there, or go back to your death!"

"The dragon couch is so spacious that it's no problem for three or four people to lie on it. Why doesn't your majesty give up a small space for me? Anyway, many people have slept on this couch before, right? Shen Wenqing, Prime Minister Pei, Wuming, and others For those male favorites in His Majesty's harem, it doesn't matter if there is one more me."

Feng Jin finally opened her eyes, and turned to look at the sect master. She just looked at him quietly, with straight eyes. The sect master found it interesting at first, but as time passed, Feng Jin kept looking at him like this He, the sect master finally felt a little uncomfortable, and asked embarrassingly, "Why is Your Majesty looking at me like this?"

"Master, are you very weak now?"

The door master's expression turned serious, "How does Your Majesty know?"

"I have checked your pulse. This must be the reason why you have tried so hard to stay, because you have no way to return to the gate of death. One is that along the way, there are many mortal enemies who want your life, and the other is that you have returned to death. You have to prevent the people below from rebelling. If you suppress them with poison and Gu worms, if you let them know that you are so weak, they will probably surround you like a pack of wolves and eat you to the bone."

Feng Jin's voice was very calm, but to the head of the sect, there was a slight chill in his bones.

His beautiful and exquisite eyebrows were tightly frowned, staring at Feng Jin, not knowing what she meant by saying these words.

"Since you can't go back, you must stay here and seek my protection. Please be honest with the door master, don't challenge my patience, don't say what you shouldn't say, don't think what you shouldn't think! Otherwise, I will immediately let the hidden guard Throw you out of the palace!"

After Feng Jin said these words, she turned her face away.

The head of the door looked at her profile, his eyebrows were noble yet sharp, the lines of his face were beautiful but tough, the head of the door had a new understanding of the queen in his heart, this woman only eats soft but not hard.

"I saved His Majesty's life anyway, why is Your Majesty so unreasonable?"

The head of the sect said a little depressed, Feng Jin smiled coldly, "I stopped Shen Wenqing from killing you, I have already repaid your life-saving grace, besides, I gave you a chance to ask what you want What, you are dissatisfied, insisting on asking the lion to open his mouth. The grace of saving life is rare, but I will not let you threaten me with the grace of saving life!"

"As I said, Your Majesty can make a counter-offer. I don't have to ask for Your Majesty. I am also willing to settle for something else, such as a sweet kiss from Your Majesty, or a hug from Your Majesty. Just a hug." For a while, do nothing else..."

Seeing that Feng Jin had closed his eyes, as if he had no interest in listening to what he said next, the sect master slowly closed his mouth.

He sighed faintly, and was about to turn around and return to his narrow couch when he suddenly heard Feng Jin's faint voice, "You said just now that this dragon couch has been used by many people, you are wrong. There are only two people, one is Zhen and the other is Wuming."

The door owner was startled, "How is this possible?"

"The previous one may have been laid on someone else, but I burned it. This is a new one."

Pei Xiu must have slept on Feng Jin's old dragon couch, and maybe the male favorite in the harem had also slept on it.

As soon as she came, she burned the dragon couch and replaced it with a new one.

The dragon couch is the most private thing, and she does not allow other people's breath on it.

The sect master looked at Feng Jin in confusion, "I have long heard that His Majesty's harem once had three thousand male favorites in its heyday."

Feng Jin smiled lightly, but said nothing.

The head of the sect stared at her intently. Through the bead curtain and the moon shadow gauze as soft as water, the queen's face was faintly visible, and the toughness and sharpness faded away, becoming softer.

The door master looked at it for a while, but the queen kept her eyes closed and said nothing, she seemed to be asleep. The door master thought about it, then went back to lie down on his couch, and closed her eyes.

What he didn't know was that as soon as he left, Feng Jin suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a cold light in his eyes that no one could understand.

Moments later, she slowly closed her eyelids, her breathing gradually became gentle and long, and she fell into a dreamland.

While Feng Jin was sleeping, Wuming traveled thousands of miles away to Jiangzhou after a day and night. This place is located between Kunlun Mountain and the imperial capital. After passing here, half of the journey has been completed.

After a day and a night, the Qianli horse under Wuming's crotch ran wildly for a moment, and was already so tired that he lay on the ground panting heavily, unable to walk any longer.

Wuming had no choice but to get off the horse and led the horse into a foot shop.

"Guest officer, what would you like to order?"

The shop clerk came forward with a smile all over his face, and threw over a piece of broken silver. The shop clerk quickly took it, seeing the fineness of the silver, his eyes narrowed into a slit from smiling.

"Get the best fodder and water for my horse!"

"Okay, guest officer, I'll do it right away, please wait a moment!"

Money can turn ghosts around, let alone some fodder.

While Qianliju was resting, Wuming ordered some food and wine to rest for a while. If all goes well, he will be able to reach Kunlun Mountain in one day and one night.

Nameless glanced at the black line on his hand, it had already passed through the palm, extended to the fingertips, halfway through the fingertips.

Wuming didn't know what would happen when the black line reached his fingertips, but he had a keener sense of danger than ordinary people, so he knew that the situation was not good.

Every time the black thread moved forward, his spiritual power retreated a little bit. Up to now, his spiritual power has retreated to the third and fourth layers. In just one day and one night, he retreated two layers in a row.

"Guest officer, your food and drink."

The dishes are freshly fried and still steaming, and the wine is freshly poured from the wine jar.

Wuming poured himself a glass of wine and wanted to drink it. Three men sat in the corner of the store, one old and two young. Staring at Wuming intently, a trace of calculation flashed in the depths of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)